#(( am soft and just tired 24/7 ))

[flemingology]

welcome home ─ alexia putellas x reader

in which: you and alexia share a soft evening together after being apart for international break

warnings: smut (18+), fingering (R receiving), oral (R receiving), little bit of dirty talk but also lots of fluff

wc: 3.4k

an: based on this request. hope you enjoy!

The night air is cool as you step out of your car, the familiar streetlights of your neighbourhood casting a soft glow over the quiet street. It was well past 10pm now, a delayed flight and some traffic issues only delaying your arrival home, much to your annoyance. Your bags are heavy, the one over your shoulder pressing down but your pace quickens as you approach the door.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in as you fumble with your keys, but before you could even find the right one, the door swings open. On the other side of the doorstep is a sight that you’d grown to miss terribly across the international break. Your financée, dressed in comfy joggers and a hoodie you’d been looking for for ages, but you don’t know if you can blame her for taking it when she looks so cute in it. Her hair is a little tousled, presumably from having lounged on the couch all afternoon, and you feel your heart burst with love.

“Ale,” her name falls from your lips in a way that sounds suspiciously much like a whimper, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when she surges forward and loops her arms around your waist in a way that leaves no room for hesitation. She missed you. Just as much as you missed her. She nuzzles her face in your neck. “Cariño, you’re home,” she mumbles, voice laced with emotion.

You pull back and rest your forehead against hers, after what feels like only seconds but was probably a couple minutes. The smile on her face is radiant, her eyes searching yours with a mix of disbelief and pure, utter adoration. “God, I missed you,” you whispered, closing your eyes and taking in the moment. “I missed you so much, mi vida.”

You and Alexia had only been dating for a couple months, and it was safe to say that you didn’t deal with international breaks well yet. You were used to being together 24/7, playing together for Barcelona and you recently having moved in meant that you were never apart for long. But as starting left-back for the Lionesses, you had your duty every month of going back to England, much to your own and your girlfriend’s dismay. You loved playing for England, and you wouldn’t trade the world for it, but having to miss your lover always made the moments bittersweet.

She leads the two of you inside then, without too many words. You drop your bags in the hallway, leaving them there to pick up tomorrow. And when she doesn’t speak up, doesn’t tell you off for dropping your bags there, ever the clean-freak, you know she’s got it bad. “You look tired.” Her expression softens as she looks at you. You are. You really, really are. Between the delayed flight and the ever-present Barcelona traffic, you were exhausted. “I am,” you started, running a hand through your hair, “but seeing you? Worth more than sleep, Putellas.” Your girlfriend rolls her eyes, but there’s no bite to it as you see a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Flatterer. Come inside, now.”

The scent of your favorite candle hits you first. Vanilla, with a hint of cinnamon. The dim lighting of the living room casts a lazy glow over the room, and you feel the tension ebbing away from your shoulders. There’s a plate of tapas on the coffee table, with an unopened bottle of red wine next to it. It’s not a grand gesture. It’s not screaming for attention. But it’s so her. After two weeks of being away, barely speaking to one another bar the odd phone call, this is exactly what coming home feels like.

“You didn’t have to do all this, Ale,” your voice is barely above a whisper, but she heard. You feel a pair of strong arms loop around your waist from behind, her head finding solace in the crook of your neck. “I wanted to.” She accentuates her words with a couple soft presses of her lips against the exposed skin of your neck.

She untangles herself from you then, grabbing your hand in hers and pulling you towards the couch. You settle into it, your legs curling under you as Alexia sits next to you, your knees brushing against each other. Physical language was both of your love languages, more on display than ever on nights like these. The Spaniard uncorks the bottle of wine and fills up two glasses, handing you one and taking the other one to herself. “To being home,” she says softly, clinking her glass against yours. “To being home.”

Alexia reaches for a piece of tortilla, breaking it in half and holding one piece out to you. You roll your eyes playfully but lean forward to take a bite straight from her fingers. “Didn’t take you for the hand-feeding type,” you tease, licking a crumb off the corner of your mouth. “Only for you,” she shoots back smoothly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As you both work through the food, conversation flows easily. You settle, feel the pressure from the last two weeks slowly ebbing away. It’s easy with Alexia, it always is.

“You know,” Alexia starts, spearing a slice of chorizo with her fork, “I’m pretty sure I make better tapas than most restaurants in Barcelona.” You snort into your wine glass. “Oh, do you now? And how exactly did you come to this conclusion?” She shrugs, popping the chorizo into her mouth with an air of confidence. “Years of experience. Natural talent. I’m basically a Michelin-starred chef in disguise.”

“Right. Remind me again who burnt the pan last time we tried to cook together?” “That was a technical error, the stove was too hot.” “Sure it was.”

As the plate empties and you work your way through your second glass of wine, the air begins to shift. What had been playful banter and laughs shared all evening, now turned more soft. Alexia’s arm is draped over the backrest of the couch, tracing soft patterns on your shoulder. “I really missed you, you know,” she speaks up after a couple moments of comfortable silence, bathing in one another’s presence. Your chest tightens a little at her words, not missing the hint of emotion and insecurity laced through her words. “I missed you too, baby. But I’m here now.” You take her hand that was still on your shoulder, and press your lips against the back of it.

“It’s hard,” she admits, sliding her hand down and resting it on your thigh, “when you’re gone. I know it’s selfish, but I just wish you didn’t have to go. Although, and you know this, I am so happy that you’re consistently playing for your country.” You lean into her at that, resting your head against her chest. “Hmm, I get you. I feel the same way. Can’t you just change nationalities?” You feel a chuckle rising from her chest and you know you’ve got her. “We have great food, great weather-” “Great weather?! Mi vida, last time I came we didn’t leave the house once because all it did was pour torrential rain!” You snorted, the memory still fresh in your mind. “Think about it though. We’d never have to spend our breaks apart anymore.”

She leans back a bit, smirking. “And abandon la Roja? My country? My home?” She places a dramatic hand over her heart. “Never.” “You’re telling me you wouldn’t trade paella for fish and chips?” You teased her further. “Not even for you,” she quips back, but the smile was back on her face and that was the only thing you wanted. “Look, we knew what we were getting into when we started seeing each other. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it. You will always be.”

The space between you feels charged now, the wine and the closeness blurring the edges of your usual restraint. Alexia’s hand moves to your thigh, her touch light but deliberate as her gaze drops to your lips. She speaks after another couple moments of silence, the vulnerable moment from earlier now bleeding into something completely different. “I’ve been thinking about this, about us all day,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing slow circles on your leg. “Every time I saw your messages, every time I heard your voice, it was all I could do not to drive to the airport and drag you home myself.”

Your breath catches as her hand moves slightly higher, her thumb brushing just under the hem of your shirt. “Alexia…” you start, your voice a mix of warning and anticipation. “I mean it,” she says, her eyes locking onto yours. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about.” Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel your resolve slipping. You lean in slightly, your lips hovering over hers. “Then what are you waiting for?” you whisper. Her lips crash into yours in response, the kiss starting slow but quickly deepening as her hands slide up to cup your face. The tapas and wine are forgotten, the only thing that matters now is her, her touch, her warmth, her body pressed tightly against yours.

The kiss escalates, and Alexia’s hands start to wander. They explore your skin underneath your shirt, softly brushing over all the places she had to miss for the past two weeks. She sits up eventually, causing a whine to fall from your lips as she detaches herself from you, but before you can even complain she picks you up and starts carrying you to the bedroom, your thighs locked around her middle.

The door of the bedroom clicks shut behind you and Alexia drops you, and it’s as if someone flicked a switch between the two of you. The air was still charged, but gone was the desperation, replaced by a sense of belonging and a pure calm. Alexia’s forehead rests against yours, her breath heavy from the intimate moment on the couch earlier. Her resolve is slowly slipping away, the tension building between the two of you. “It’s been too long,” you whisper, closing your eyes to take in the moment. “Too long doesn’t even cut it.” Your fingers tangle in her hair as her lips find yours again, this time with less urgency. You have all the time in the world, and you’re more than ready to put it to good use. 

“Alexia,” you breathe against her lips, her name like a prayer on your tongue. “I’ve got you,” she replies, her hands roaming your back, her touch everywhere and nowhere all at once. “And I’m never letting go.” Her words make you weak in the knees, and it’s as if she reads your mind, because you’re being pushed back, sitting down on the soft mattress as you feel your knees hitting the back of the bed.

“Lie down,” she murmurs, her voice husky but impossibly tender. She trails her fingers down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Let me take care of you tonight.” Your heart pounds in your chest as you comply, watching her as she follows, settling beside you. “Tell me what you need,” she whispers, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear and tracing her lips up and down the column of your throat. “Just you, Ale.”

Her lips curve into the faintest smile before she starts moving down your body, moving with a deliberate care that is driving you wild. She helps you sit up and takes off your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room to clean up tomorrow. She leans down and presses kiss after kiss on your exposed sternum, taking her time as if she’s getting to know your body all over again. You’re growing slightly desperate, though, and you don’t know if you have the patience to deal with the way she was going at it right now. “Ale, please,” you feel her smiling against you. “What’s up, mi amor?” “I love you, but please, I need you. Do something.” You weren’t expecting her to comply immediately, but when she does, sliding off your joggers and underwear in one smooth motion, you feel a sense of relief washing over you. 

“God,” she breathes, drinking you in. “You’re so perfect.” Her fingers trace across your thighs, every touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her lips follow soon after, trailing kisses up and down the sensitive skin. It’s not long before she gives in and gives you what you want, and you know she’s just as desperate for this as you are.

She presses her thumb against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You close your eyes and lay your head back, focussing on the overwhelming sense of pleasure that courses through your body at the lightest of touches. She starts to draw circles then, tight little circles that have you feel like you’re floating. Her name slips out, a quiet needy moan that only spurs her on further. “Is this okay?” She murmurs, her voice barely heard above your whimpers. "More than okay," you reply, your hands tangling in her hair, urging her closer.

Her lips curve into a small smile before she dips her head, and soon enough you feel her tongue replacing her fingers. She licks a long stripe up from your entrance to your sensitive nub at the top of your folds, drenching your core in your own arousal. You groan at that, trying your hardest not to be too loud. “Mi amor,” she whispers, taking one of your hands in hers. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you, por favor. I missed you so much.” She gives another tentative swipe of her tongue at that, gauging your reaction, and she seems satisfied when you let out a needy whimper.

She alternates between flicking her tongue across your clit, sucking on it and dipping her head down further down between your folds to prolong the pleasure and smear your own wetness all over your core. Your hands are entangled in her hair, thighs perched on top of her shoulders, and you’re in a state of pure bliss. Your love for the woman between your thighs is almost enough to make the coil snap that was steadily growing in your belly. “Ale, I’m not gonna last long.”

She seemingly takes your words as a challenge, because instead of slowing down and prolonging the moment, she shuffles and brings her hand up to your core, two of her fingers teasingly swiping through your folds. You groan, feigning annoyance but she knows it’s got no bite when you fist her hair tighter as she teasingly dips them inside. She doesn’t give you more than her fingertips, though, and it’s driving you wild. “Ale, baby, please.” Alexia loves hearing you beg, beg for her to make you feel good, so you know that’s the quickest way you’ll make her fold. And she does, because only a couple seconds later you feel her pushing two of her fingers inside.

The stretch is tight, but it feels so good. Alexia’s fingers are quite thick, and no matter how many times you take them, they still stretch you out so deliciously every time she plunges them inside of you. She sets a steady rhythm, one that wouldn’t need to be kept up too long for you to come. “You’re so tight, cariño, fuck. I missed making you feel good, missed being inside of you. Your pussy feels like it’s made for me.” 

You grow inexplicably wetter at her words, forever a sucker for Alexia talking dirty in the bedroom. The way her Spanish accent laces through her words as she says the most vulgar things, it drives you crazy. You’re edging closer, but you can’t quite tip over the edge. Alexia is making you feel incredibly good, her fingers moving at the perfect pace and hitting all the right spots, but the tight knot in your belly just can’t seem to snap.

“Ale, come up here, please, I want you with me when I cum.” She looks up at you from between your thighs, and you swear you fall more in love with her at the sight. Her eyes are dazed, a lopsided smile on her face and your juices smeared out all over chin. It’s an intoxicating sight, and you almost came at the view of her alone. She crawled up your body, trying her best not to drop her pace, knowing you’re close from the way your body writhes underneath her. She positions herself next to you, leaning on her elbow as her other arm was still working its way in and out of your entrance, the sound of her pushing in and out of you the only sound in the room combined with your frantic moans and whimpers.

She leans closer to you then, her mouth hovering near your ear. “I love you so much, bebé. You have no idea. I can’t live without you. Not when you’re so perfect for me, not when your body feels like it’s made for me.” The words whispered in your ear only spur you on. Alexia knows you’re a sucker for emotional intimacy, she knows it arouses you and she’s using it in the perfect way. “Let go for me, amor, I’ve got you. Always. I’ll always have you. Let me make you feel good.”

It doesn’t take long for you after that for you to reach your peak. You wrap an arm around Alexia’s neck, clinging on to her for dear life as your orgasm ripples through your body. You arch your back into her, tangling your fingers into her hair and let out a desperate moan. Your body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible, and it’s all due to the woman whose body is stuck to yours. “God, Ale,” you breath, slowly coming down from your high and relaxing your body as the orgasm leaves some aftershocks in its wake.

Your girlfriend quickly gets out of bed, but before you can protest, she’s back alongside you already, a warm cloth in her hand cleaning the mess between your legs. The room is quiet then, save for the rustle of the sheets as Alexia pulls you closer to her, you draping your leg over her midsection as she scratches her nails up and down across your back.

“Are you okay, mi amor?” Alexia asks softly, her voice low and full of concern. She tilts her head to look at you, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your damp forehead. You nod, unable to do more than a soft hum. The orgasm left you lightheaded, but just not enough for the next words to slip out of you. “What ‘bout you, Ale, I wanna make you feel good,” you mumble, but the tiredness laced through your voice gives you away. She chuckles at that, her chest rumbling and you feel a sense of warmth coursing through you at the sensation. “Don’t worry about me, bebé. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

She presses a kiss to your temple, lingering there for a moment. “I missed you so much,” she murmurs, the words muffled against your skin. “Every part of you.” You smile, nestling closer into her. “I missed you too. You have no idea.” Her hand glides up your back, her fingers splaying out to hold you tighter. “I think I do,” she says quietly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

The gentle rasp in her voice makes your chest tighten, the sincerity in her words sinking deep. She shifts slightly, her movements careful, and reaches for the blanket pooled at the foot of the bed. She drapes it over the two of you, tucking it around your shoulders before pulling you against her again. “You warm enough?” she asks, her brow furrowing with a flicker of concern. You nod, your cheek pressed against the curve of her collarbone. “Perfect.”

Eventually, her voice cuts through the quiet again, this time lighter, teasing. “Now, let me guess,” she says, tone playfull. “You’re going to fall asleep on me, aren’t you?” You smile, your eyes already heavy with exhaustion. “Not on purpose.” Her soft laugh reverberates through her chest, a comforting sound that makes your eyelids droop even more. “It’s okay,” she says, her voice a soothing sound. “I’ve got you.” You drift off to the sound of her heartbeat, her whispered reassurances lingering in your ears as you slip into a peaceful sleep.

[hyperfixationhobo]

SPICY! SPICY! SPICY!

NSFW UP AHEAD!!! 18+ ONLY

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Ok so I saw the vote, and yes it was a week long one but I meant to put it as a day and tbh I didn’t want to go back and redo the whole thing cause it’s obvious y’all want the spicy. For those who didn’t want the spicy I put a giant loud warning at the top so you can avoid this post if it brings you any discomfort or if you just don’t want to read it. No shame in knowing your boundaries!!!

Ok before we dive into the spicy, quick disclaimers! You may not like some the headcanons and that’s perfectly fine! These are just how I view the LADS and you aren’t obligated to like them! Second, I am putting how the guys are being tops and also bottoms. I’m a dom myself and there’s not a lot of bottom writing for these guys and I plan on fixing it. Third, MC in this is not specified to have specific genitalia. I want this to include everyone!

Ok let’s get on to the spicy!!!

Xavier

. Someone in my last headcanon post said that I wrote him boy coded and I honestly can’t agree more but for the spicy I see him more along the lines of ‘puppy coded.’

. Needy, so fucking needy.

. You have definitely walked in on him humping something waiting for you, mostly a pillow.

. “I’m sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

. Talkative as shit. Mostly babbled nonsense.

. So many compliments even if you can’t understand half of them.

. Favorite position is definitely the spooning position. You’re close to him and you can hear him moan. It’s a win win.

. I had to search up position name for like 15 minutes only to find out it’s just called spooning.

. I personally think he would be more sensitive than the other guys so he easily gets overstimulated.

. Doesn’t stop him though.

. Can definitely go multiple rounds.

. Also has a thing for overstimulation.

. He’s tired when he’s finished so aftercare is just wiping you both down then cuddles with a long nap.

. Will treat you to your favorite snacks after the nap.

If you top Xavier

. You pinned him down once and something in his DNA changed.

. Somehow got even more needy.

. Will wear outfits he knows that drive you insane just to get you to ravage him.

. Has to be touching you in some way.

. Won’t shut up once if he bottoms, you want him to be quiet you’ll have to shove something into his mouth.

. Take that as you will.

. Begs a lot.

. He will beg you to keep going even after he finishes.

. Put a collar on him I beg.

. We all know those bunny ears were used in more than just the photo shoot.

Zayne

. Temperature play most definitely.

. Loves holding you close cause I think he just loves warmth.

. He’s a doctor, definitely uses that to his advantage.

. I think he’s pretty vanilla out of all the guys.

. He will not cum until you do.

. Likes being ridden and I’m only saying that cause of that rocking chair scene from that one card.

. Definitely does quickies cause he’s mostly on the move.

. You send him a risky video while he’s at work you better be prepared to deal with a pent up Zayne when he comes home.

. “And what did you hope to achieve by sending me that video?”

. Aftercare involves gentle massages, hydration, healthy snacks, a bit of sweets, followed by sleeping cause he probably has work in the morning.

If you top Zayne

. You have one job and one job only; make him not able to think.

. Being a famous cardiac surgeon and looked up to 24/7 is tiring and right now he doesn’t want to think.

. You’re not allowed to call him Dr or anything like that.

. When he bottoms he’s not some super smart doctor that needs to know every answer, he’s just a guy who needs to be held and taken care of.

. He wants you to do all the thinking.

. You gotta be soft with him in this state.

. You know you’ve done it when he hardly makes noise and tears up slightly cause for once his mind is quiet and he can’t remember the last time he could just feel.

. Aftercare with a subby Zayne involves cuddles, sweets, and him being the small spoon.

. He’s floaty in this headspace and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rafayel

. Bratty top and a bratty bottom.

. Also likes being ridden but that’s cause he’s a pillow princess.

. The bed is covered in rose petals and the fluffiest pillows.

. No candles. He learned his lesson from last time.

. That or he’ll gladly take you in a bubble bath.

. I think he switches to his native language when he’s close.

. Perfume definitely does things to this man.

. I personally think he’s the only one of the guys who would own a “toy”. Zayne’s too busy, Sylus doesn’t even really think about pleasuring himself when he’s running his business, and Xavier just simply isn’t interested.

. After care is a nice bath with fruits and soft praises.

If you top Rafayel

. You thought he was bratty as a top? You haven’t seen anything yet.

. Bratty as all hell.

. He’ll purposely won’t listen to you and test your patience just so he could get a punishment.

. “What are you gonna do? Punish me?”

. Until he actually gets the punishment and now he’s regretting it.

. Edging is the one thing he hates so use that to his advantage.

. I’ll say this once MARK 👏 HIM👏

. Scratch him, bite him, grip his hips so hard they bruise, he wants it all.

. Definitely looks at himself in the mirror the next day to watch all the bruises set in.

. Wears slightly revealing clothes to flaunt them off.

. Has definitely painted full body portraits of himself with the bruises and keeps those paintings stored somewhere.

. He just loves being yours.

. Also loves being pinned down

Sylus

. I know that most people see him as a rough top but honestly I can’t really see it.

. When I think of dragons I think of them being soft and careful with their treasures and the same I apply to Sylus.

. Takes his time, drags it on and on.

. Definitely teases.

. I think he’ll like doing it under the covers for the fact that it feels as if he’s shielding you with his wings like he used to and he honestly misses that feeling.

. Most definitely gets possessive.

. Bites, a lot.

. Also grunts a lot.

. Can definitely be rough but that’s only if it’s like a punishment.

. Won’t collapse on top of you when done cause he’s aware that he will quite literally crush you.

. Aftercare is a long soak with your favorite scented oils and Epson salt with whatever meal you’re craving.

If you top Sylus

. Bratty but not in the way you think.

. He’ll happily bottom if you want him to but he ain’t gonna make it easy. You gotta earn it.

. Tame the dragon basically.

. Chains, so many chains.

. So many collars too.

. Definitely likes being bitten as well.

. Wants you to be as possessive with him as he is to you.

. Call him your treasure and he’ll be a blushing mess.

. You had shoved his face into the pillow once and he froze.

. “….shit I think I might be into that.”

. Teases you just as much as if he was on top.

. I personally think he’ll be the hardest to get to submit only cause he will put up a fight until he thinks you’re worthy of doming him.

[nerinefy]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A LIFE WITH HIM ; FT. some OVERBLOT BOYS .𖥔 ݁ ˖

★ synopsis: how will they be like as your partner?

★ details: you/yours | headcanon | too much fluff | 1,000+ words

✦ ┊RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ not too big on PDA, so expect that the most skin-to-skin contact you two can have outside is the occasional hand-holding. he likes it when he's the one initiating the gesture whenever you two are out and about since he still can't help but have the need to be in control even after his overblot (like leading you to places and making sure ur still by his side).

★ he doesn't admit it but he loves when you link your arm with his and nuzzle your face into his shoulder (although he will still scold you if you do it) ESPECIALLY when he's in a mood and is almost about to off the heads of some rule-breakers OR maybe when you're giving too much attention to a rando because he may not admit it but he's greedy and wants your eyes on him only (but he's a gentleman and will never speak about it, only dismissing his inappropriate thoughts.)

★ in private though he's just a snuggly little cuddle bug, even more so if he's tired or stressed or most likely both. so many responsibilities are piled up on his plate just in his second year so the only thing that keeps his shit together is your warm and loving embrace. HE'S A SMALL SPOON. NO BACKSIES, okay maybe he's a big spoon if you're the one who needs a little more loving.

GIFT-GIVING

★ i mean from the name itself ROSEHEARTS, roses are his go-to (he's corny but we love him like that), but if you have a different favorite flower then he'll get those, and if you're allergic he'll try to make those handmade ones! although a little sloppy, pretty successful for his first try. overall he likes giving the traditional gifts like bouquets, stuffed animals, and chocolates :) but if he gets to know you more it might be more personal and intimate stuff that fits your tastes, and of course, should be of use to you too.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever you're stuck on a study session late at night he likes inviting you to take a break and brew some tea for you. he'll even share some sweets that Trey gave him. although he won't leave you alone after he finds you like that, instead he pulls out some reviewers he has and helps you work on whatever you find difficult to understand.

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Our race is nowhere near finished, so please my rose, stay strong, I know you can and want to do so. I am always by your side okay?"

✦ ┊LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ hugs, hugs, and MORE HUGS. just lots of hugs! doesn't matter if he's a big spoon or small spoon, he needs you by his side 24/7, 365. he just has to have his scent all over you u know, half-breed things. this man is just lazing around anywhere so might as well bring his favorite pillow with him. and no, he doesn't care if you have class and need to take a test worth half your grade, he needs you more! ★ of course, he doesn't have long-ass hair for nothing, go be his peasant and brush it, most preferably with your fingers if he's having a good hair day. your soft fingers massaging his scalp are quite literally going to take him to heaven, and he'll have no regrets tho so go pocket something if that happens. ★ he doesn't pick favorites when it comes to giving and receiving physical affection, he just wants his hands all over you and if the job is done then he's good.

GIFT-GIVING

★ honestly man, i don't know with him. he's raised right so of course he gives you stuff like flowers and so on. on the other hand tho he isn't the type to know what you like and will most likely just ask you what you want him to give you. maybe he'll just take you to go fetch them at the store itself if he isn't sure. but on special days like your birthday or your anniversary (assuming ya'll would last more than a week), he actually tries and it's pretty sweet and more elaborate.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever he's forcibly on a call with his brother, which surprisingly is turning into a regular thing, if Farena asks about how he's doing, Leona likely ends up only yapping about you. i mean yeah he missed his last test and he spent his allowance for the month in a week but does Farena know about the time you were mumbling Leona's name in your sleep? he will deny it if he's called out for doing so. NO, HE DID NOT PERIOD. *hangs up*

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Whatever you're thinking of, don't. It's stupid. As much as I don't like admitting this, you're strong, and even more than most beastmen if you set your mind to your goals."

✦ ┊AZUL ASHENGROTTO

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ man's busy all the time so it's hard to get your hands on him. even if he's not busy, he will sprint for his life just to get away from you. not that he dislikes your affection, the concept is just a little foreign to him. give him time to adjust, then you'll find out how soft his tentacles are! ★ when he's actually busy and working on stuff in his office (when the time comes and he's comfortable) he likes it when you flop yourself on his lap and nuzzle into his chest. he feels guilty that he can't give full focus to you since his schedule truly is packed but you inviting yourself into his office at late hours of the day just to snuggle comforts and assures him in some way. he'll definitely find more time for you, he's trying his best lol! ★ overall he isn't one to initiate the touching even if he's fully vulnerable for you. idk too ask him about it. he's just happy you like him enough that you cling unto him. but if you ask him he may favor hand-holding the most, it may be the least contact but feeling your hand on his is enough for him.

GIFT-GIVING

★ HE KNOWS EVERYTHING. i'm not even kidding, even when it's no special day he'd likely buy stuff just because it reminded him of you or when you coincidentally need it which is pretty cute but can be a little creepy.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ i saw a fic back then that said he gives you some coupons and by some i mean a TON in hopes that you visit the Lounge and that is absolutely true. though he forgets you two are together and he can ask you nicely to come over but who can say no to 30% off all menu items?

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "My, how could I ever deny what that cute head of yours and those strong arms of yours can do! You are a valuable asset to me...what kind of asset? Well...it's up to you to decide."

✦ ┊JAMIL VIPER

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECIEVING)

★ he's also busy, honestly might be one of the, or if not the busiest of all of these guys. when you two have time to be together tho, even if he's knocked out and drained, he'll never show it. but i can say that's only during the early stages of your relationship with him and depending on how you two met. he likes to present himself in his best state and he really can't do so with his schedule so eventually he just melts and the next thing you know he's hugging you from the back any chance he gets and you feel his heartbeat turn slower by the minute. ★ for those moments that he sees you out and about though he likes patting your cute lil head, no matter what your height is. though he is trying to be a little adventurous with you so he leans in to caress your hair gently and suddenly you're met with a quick smooch. (only when there's no one else in sight so yeah adventurous my ass) ★ like leona, he loves it when you play with his hair, and he does not like to admit it. just remember to keep it neat and use a brush while you're at it, plus a facial and maybe a massage because i know those muscles are TIGHT.

GIFT-GIVING

★ his gifts reek of HANDMADE. idk he has those vibes. handmade flowers, or some origami of cute animals, but he likes giving you handwritten letters the most. it can be hard to communicate his real feelings to you so writing is a way for him to freely and easily express those feelings.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever he cooks for Kalim or just whenever he cooks, he suddenly has some leftovers that he decided he'd pack up for you. can't bring himself up to say that excuse so he just gives it to you and walks away.

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Whining is useless. Do the things you're good at, stop worrying about the things you can't. Oh, I'm sorry...did that come off too harsh?"

★ author's note: congratulate me for coming back. BASK IN MY GLORIOUS PRESCENCE. (i missed u guys too ig)

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[harpsinfinity]

The comfort you bring

Leon kennedy X afab!fem!reader

Genre: smut + fluff

Listen to this while reading:

Can you tell this man has me in a chokehold

Tonight, it was all about you. It'd been a long, tiring day. luckily Leon was at your beck and call 24/7.

He laid you down on the soft sheets so gently, kissed your lips so sweetly as his deep voice whispered praise upon praise in your ears, making your face heat up and your heart throb with affection towards him.

He was determined to fix whatever damage had been done to you. It made his heart ache to see your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. He only wanted to see you cry from the pleasure he was giving you. Tonight, that was going to be made reality.

His love for you was so deep, he'd burn the world down if it meant he was able to have you right in his arms. He'd kill whoever he had to, just so he could get to you. He'd keep you protected, loved, and well fucked

Leon began to descend downwards from your lips, which he had kissed nearly to death, making sure every inch of you had been kissed and listening to each soft noise that tumbled from your lips.

Kissing at your collarbone and sliding his hands up and down your sides. Your fingers run though his locks, letting out a pleased sigh when he kisses along your chest. His warm thumbs tweaking your nipples as he pressed his lips to your breasts. You begin to squirm under his touch at the feeling, which was quickly soothed my his mouth.

"c'mon baby, how am I supposed to make you feel good with all your movin' around ?"

Leon had a joking tone in that soft voice. Your face burned red as you mumbled an apology.

He worked his way down your stomach, moving his hands to your hips in a gentle grip. You were unable to not thread your fingers through his soft, blonde locks as he teased your body.

Careful, slow pecks were pinned on your inner thighs, making you emit a low moan in response. You could feel the smile on his lips when he kissed right above your clit, making your hips buck in want.

"Leon please.."

you whine, trying to gently encourage his head to where you wanted him. You were so pent up and slick that you needed him, and you needed him badly.

"whatever you want, angel"

with a huff of amusement, he gives you what you've been yearning for so much. The second he's on your clit it has you moaning and pressing your head to the side against the pillows.

He moves himself further down, his tongue on your entrance with his nose nuzzled against your bundle of nerves. His hands come up and caress your torso before settling to grope and gently paw at your tits.

Your eyelids flutter and your lips stay parted with every sound that tumbles from your lips. Eventually, his hands return to your hips. Pulling your thighs apart more before fully burying his face into your pussy.

The keens that are wrenched from you are music to his ears, travelling it's way straight to the bulge in his pants. He groans at the taste of you, tongue deep and licking inside of you. With a squeal, your thighs push against the strong grip he had against them, surely leaving marks in the shape of his hands. your hips chase the intense bliss that bloomed inside of you so quickly

Your back arches, lifting off the sheets as you cry out his name. A warm coil tightening in your stomach more and more as he worked his mouth on your slick, swollen pussy.

His deep groans vibrated against you, shooting up your spine and making you wail.

"I'm gonna-!"

with rolled back eyes and a scream, you come undone and gush on both his face and the sheets. The pleasure hitting you like a ton of bricks as your body spasmed and shook with each wave you were riding you.

Leon's actions never ceased until you were completely spent and slumping against the bed. Only then did he rise to his knees and hover over you. Kissing you with a fiery passion, you moaned at tasting yourself on his lips.

you sat up, assuming he was done. Yet he pushed you back with a hand on the centre of your chest and said in a low, desire filled voice,

"not done, gotta make you feel better"

After hours, and your brains seeping out of your ears was when you were scooped into his arms and placed in a bath of warm, soapy water shortly after

The rest of the night was filled with hushed praises, kisses and blunt nails scratching at your scalp until you were fast asleep in his protective grasp in one of his shirts that were too big on you. (As you should)

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 28

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27

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A much calmer Zen has a lot to unload.

(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)

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Zen’s fluffy, shaggy hair tickled your nose as he stirred a bit and woke you. In the nearly two months you had been together you could not recall a single time when he slept in, seeing him still in bed was quite a surprise.

You kissed the top of his head and immediately felt him nuzzle against you, though you were not really sure if he was actually awake or if it was a subconscious reaction. His breathing was deep and even, and he seemed much calmer at least.

“Are you awake?” you whispered.

He nodded, apparently still not feeling quite up to speaking.

“Are you alright?”

Again he just nodded.

“Everything is alright my dear, I promise” you scratched the side of his head where his hair was cropped short, the only spot where you really could get through his dense hair to scratch his scalp.

“I ruined everything” his voice was so quiet as he spoke.

“No, no. You didn’t ruin anything Zen.”

“I hurt you the first time yesterday, then I went and did that.”

“And it’s ok, things happen, but you didn’t ruin anything.”

He stayed quiet and did not acknowledge you.

“I’m not mad or upset or anything” you tried to assure him, “I’m just worried about you, I just want you to be alright,”

“I am upset at myself.”

“I know” you kissed the top of his head again, “and we’ll figure it out together, I promise.”

That seemed to at least somewhat satisfy him, he gave another little nuzzle against you and you swore for just a moment that you heard him purr.

“How about I make us some breakfast? You’ve got to be starving by now, you never sleep this late” you offered.

“You are not good at cooking.”

“Then come sit with me and tell me what to do and keep me company.”

He nodded and shimmed off of you so you could get up.

Zen stuck at your side as you sat at the hearth, a blanket still wrapped around himself and his chin resting on your shoulder while he watched you closely. With a little guidance you were able to make a serviceable enough breakfast for the two of you.

It was a bit smothering how Zen chose to sit behind and a bit to your side so he could lean his chin on your shoulder. He decided to eat breakfast like that too, his arms wrapped around you as he reached for things, restricting how much you could move but you did not have the heart to try to get him to just sit next to you instead.

“It should not be like this” you heard him say softly.

“I know, but this is where we are, and we can go back to taking things slowly” you leaned against him and nuzzled him a bit, “and if it makes you feel any better, you felt incredible last night. But I can wait while we figure things out.”

He buried his face against your neck as best he could with his tusks getting in the way. It was faint, but you could hear his soft purring for just a moment.

“I am just so tired of waiting. I waited for so long for this war to end so I could just go home. And now instead I am here, where I barely get to speak my own tongue, my festivals are not celebrated here. I fought so one day I could go home, and I still cannot. And now I do not want to wait more to have you.”

It never occurred to you that Zen might be homesick. You knew he was not from the city, but he usually seemed happy. He knew so many people, always stopping to smile and chat with when the two of you were out, he knew his way around the city well, everything always seemed fine anyways.

“Have you gone back to visit recently?” you asked.

“Not since the end of the war. I went home to see everyone, and then almost immediately got summoned here and offered the position.”

Six months then you figured at least since he had been home. Six months since Zen had started living somewhere where everything was new and different, where he did not have his family, where he could almost never speak his own language. The irony that neither of you were home here was not lost on you.

“Why not go visit?” you asked.

“I do not have the time. There is just to much to do here” he said.

“Even just for a week or so?”

“We are rebuilding after a war. It is a puzzle of constantly changing and moving pieces trying to figure out what is needed and where.”

“And no one on the council ever takes time away?”

“Some do.”

“So why don’t you?”

He stayed quiet, his face still buried against neck.

“We can go visit together, if you want” you said.

“Maybe.”

‘Maybe’ was better than ‘no’ at least you figured. Though it felt odd that for someone who seemed to be homesick to also be so resistant to visiting home.

“I haven’t met any of your family, well except Bira. I think it would be nice if we went and visited.”

“I did not tell my family I got married.”

You pulled away from him just enough to look him in the eye, “What?”

“It was decided pretty fast, and at the time it did not seem like a big deal, so I did not say anything.”

“Zen! We’ve been married for almost two months! What do you mean you never actually told your family? When you found out you were getting married you didn’t send them a letter or anything?!” you could not believe what he was saying.

“I was told I was getting married in a month’s time, but at the time I did not consider it real. It was just another thing I had to do. It did not seem worth making a big deal of and getting my family involved.”

You really were not surprised that it was not something he made a fuss over, he already had told you that arranged marriages were not a thing here, it was just another duty to him on par with anything else really. But it did surprise you that months after he still had not told his family.

“So they really don’t know?” you asked.

“No, just Ba and Bira, and I asked them not say anything.”

“And you’re sure they haven’t said anything?”

“If my mother knew I was married and she was not here for the wedding she would have made the trip here to yell at me in person by now. I would never hear the end of it.”

“So that’s it? You’re just going to somehow never tell your family that you’re married?” you snapped a bit at him.

“No! No” he tried to press his forehead to yours, frantically tugging at you so he could face you and reach you. “I just do not know what to do now.”

“Tell your family” you answered him flatly.

“I know, but now I do not know how to do that now. I do not want to just show up and surprise them, ‘Hi mother, I have not seen you in months. By the way this is my wife, we have been married for two months and I never told you’ because that will go well.”

“Why not send a letter? Just explain the same thing you told me” you suggested. His family would probably still be annoyed, but at least it would help smooth things over.

“It is not easy to send a letter that far” he protested.

“So you would rather just show up and surprise them?”

“No.”

“Then send a letter.”

He sighed and nuzzled his forehead against yours, “I will send a letter.”

“And perhaps we’ll visit for the next festival?”

“Maybe.”

“You can’t avoid your family forever.”

“Not forever, just long enough to not be yelled at too much.”

“Zen” you pushed back.

“We will go for the next festival” he finally conceded.

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Part 29

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi, so I am a lover of angst, hurt/comfort is my favorite. Anyways if it is okay may I please request an injured gn s/o (maybe s/o took a hit meant for them) either Sunday, Dan Heng, Argenti, basically as many or as few of the hsr men as you want. But if you don’t want to do this that’s okay, you are the author after all so yeah. Anyways love ya and have fun darling /lh

Sunday: he doesn’t take news of your injury lightly. At all.

You getting hurt was unacceptable and Sunday will let that be known as he demands a search party to look for the person(s) responsible for your injury.

He becomes incredibly suffocating during your recovery period. He will want to do everything for you so that you’d never have to raise a hand yourself.

He’s waiting on your hand and foot as he slowly grows more and more infuriated with the lack of progress made with the hunt search for your attacker.

He’s been told not to focus on such trivial matters and pat more attention to matters regarding The Family, but in his heart of hearts Sunday knew he couldn’t fulfil his duties as head, not when you were bed bound by your injuries and rendered helpless.

It’s not the first time he’s been reprimanded for such behaviour and actions before, but at some point Sunday just didn’t care enough to head those warnings as he spent most of his time feeding you, bathing you, clothing you and overall monitoring your health as he didn’t trust anyone outside to do so without the usage of foul play.

He’d might even use this as an opportunity to show you that you were never going to be safe if you stray from his side, for he couldn’t protect you if you were to wander far from his sight.

He wants you by him 24/7 and if you were to go anywhere, it was to be with his approval and administration.

Was this controlling? Yes but he was doing this for you, don’t you see? Nowhere is safe because everyone knows your relationship to him and they’ll use that to their advantage. He can’t keep you safe if he doesn’t know where you are all the time and if he had it his way, you’d never leave the house at all.

Sunday knows best, so you’d be wise to listen to him from here on out.

Argenti: utterly heartbroken and enraged that someone would dare hurt his beautiful flower.

He doesn’t take your safely lightly.

It was his solemn duty to protect and preserve all things beautiful and you were high up on his list of priorities.

He honestly wouldn’t know what he’d do without you, his rose, his most beloved and the most beautiful soul he’s ever gazed his eyes upon.

He makes up for the fact that you were injured by staying by your side, offering reassuring words throughout your healing journey, and always being there to catch you when you fall.

He���d even go as far as forgoing taking care of himself in exchange for making sure that you were bathed, clothed, fed and so on. He looks perpetually tired but yet so beautiful with that soft smile gracing his lips as he gazed at you with all the affection he could muster.

You naturally had to force him to take a break from caring for you and have a power nap with you instead as you couldn’t stand another moment more of Argenti ignoring his own needs for your own.

‘I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you my flower. I’m meant to be your knight, but you became mine instead when I got distracted in battle.’ He says.

‘I’d gladly be your knight all the time in gratitude for everything you’ve ever done for me Argenti.’ You replied softly, holding his hands and watching him melt into your touch, revealing in your warmth. ‘So please don’t take my injury to heart, even though I know you’ve already have. I just don’t want you blaming yourself for something that happened out of our control.’ You finished as you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

‘I can’t promise anything dearest, seeing you hurt wounds me deeply as though I’ve been the one injured instead, but I’m willing to try. For you my heart.’ Argenti said and he truly meant it, but during the heat of battle that’s when he took his position as a knight seriously, as he would guard you with everything he had whsilt also staying true to his chivalrous nature.

Dan Heng: the moment he saw you get hurt, he’s mentally zoned out as his body takes over as he finds himself hovering over your body protectively, weapon in hand.

He refuses anyone to get near you as he’d lash out on instinct to protect you, his beloved.

He hates, no, despises the fact that he couldn’t protect you and will blame himself for it, until Welt has to step in and tell him that this mindset isn’t the mindset he should be having right now, not when you needed him as your pillar during your recovery.

That snaps Dan Heng out of it really quickly as he focuses on helping you recover and he takes that responsibility seriously. Though that never stops the guilt that he felt whenever looking at your healed scar, it served as a reminder of his greatest failure in protecting someone he loved.

It sickened him that after all this time he could still be proven to be weak in moments where he needed to be strong. He feels as though he’s failed you as a partner, but you never hold it again him as you reassure him while softly kissing his face.

‘It’s not your fault Dan Heng.’ You’d tell him frequently.

‘Then why does it feel like it is?’ He asks as his eye linger on your scar with melancholy.

He was so close to loosing you that day that whenever you were to fight, Dan Heng would be close by watching your back and covering your weak spots like he was made to know your fighting style as intimately as he did.

Nowadays he’s over protective and hovering over you 24/7 from the shadows, fae enough to give you space but close enough to protect you should the need arise.

He’s still trying to make up for the fact that he failed but to himself rather then anybody else, for no one held him more accountable for your injury then himself.

[pullupinarari]

Can’t wait to read sick lewis!!

a/n: this idea sounded way better in my head, but I can’t think straight at 3 am so I’m just going to bed 🤧 hope you enjoy this!! Mwah 🩷

Lewis wraps his arms around your figure while you sleep, spooning your frame with his own. You unconsciously delve further into his touch, only to be startled by the sensation of his body shaking against yours.

Slowly awakening, you hear the quiet sighs leaving your husband’s mouth. Knitting your eyebrows together, you check the clock - 5:48 am. Looking over your shoulder, you find a shrunken Lewis, wrapped tightly around the duvet, trying his best to find some source of comfort while still in a sleeping state.

His face is scrunched, as if he is in pain, and low whines leave his lips from time to time, his body never stops trembling as he seems to be freezing.

“Lew? Baby?” - you turn around, trying to wake him up, before putting the palm of your hand on his forehead. “Shit, baby wake up” - you insist, only to get a groan in response as Lewis finally opens his eyes.

“I’m so cold” - he complains, his voice sounding groggy and hoarse, trying to bury himself further on the mattress.

“You’re burning, baby” - you tell him, your reflexes kicking in as you get out of bed, reaching for your bathroom counter for some painkillers and something that can help with your husband’s fever.

Coming back to bed, you can barely see Lewis due to the way he keeps diving deeper in the sheets, wrapping himself in them like a burrito, almost hiding his entire face in the middle of the ocean of layers in front of you.

The sight is heartbreaking, truly. Opening a bottle of water, you hand him the pills, noticing how his movements are slow, looking like he is putting extra effort into stretching out his arm to take the medicine into his hand.

“Are you in pain, baby?” - you ask, sitting again beside his figure, your hand gently caressing his neck and shoulder while he sips the water.

He nods slightly. “My body hurts like a bitch” - Lewis coughs a bit in between his words, groaning as he realizes that he caught one hell of a flu, now.

You frown at his words, opening your arms to welcome his shivering frame, engulfing him in your arms, trying your best to warm him up.

Bodies lying next to each other, limbs entangled while you’re both safely covered by the warm duvet, Lewis’ head is lying on your chest, breathing in your scent as his hands reach for your hips. He sniffles a bit, but still finds the strength in himself to leave some soft kisses on your collarbone and neck - sweet, innocent, warm. A silent way to thank you for holding him, for taking care of him.

In between coughs and sniffles, his body slowly stops shaking as he starts feeling warmer, relaxing as your fingers intertwine with his hair, softly caressing his scalp. Your lips land silky kisses on his forehead, still feeling the temperature of his skin - much hotter when compared to your own.

Lewis looks up, his tired eyes meeting yours - it’s too early in the middle of the night, but he still wants to admire you, even while feeling like a truck ran him over. Your hand caresses his cheek smoothly, and you can’t help but lean your face into his, connecting your lips in a soothing kiss.

Your husband groans - “you’ll get sick as well”, he complains. No matter how much he loves feeling your lips moving in sync with his, his protective side still stands out, not wanting to be the reason for you to end up sick in bed, just like him.

But you can’t help but let a small smile show, finding him so adorable, even if he is feeling fragile, sore, small - he is still your overprotective half. “It’s okay” - it’s all you say, kissing his lips again, before tucking both of you further into the sheets, trying to get some more rest for what’s left of dawn.

During his sleep, Lewis sweats out his weight, his body fighting the fever pooling inside of him. 7:24 am - he wakes up in a coughing fit, untangling your bodies for the first time to distance his mouth from you, coughing in the direction of his elbow. You sigh softly, rubbing your temples before getting up.

You go to the kitchen, preparing a warm tea with honey and ginger that will definitely help Lewis’ sore throat - he really needs it.

The stickiness surrounding his clothes and skin makes him feel uncomfortable, but he still gives you a kind smile when you come back to the room with his favorite mug in your hands, placing it on his nightstand. “Let it cool down for a bit, it’s hot” - you inform, checking his temperature again - at least the fever is gone.

You open the closet, taking out a fresh pair of sheets, your actions silently asking Lewis to leave his haven temporarily so you can change the bed.

Slowly getting up, he blows some cold air on the tea, slowly sipping on it - humming at the way the warm liquid feels good in his mouth now.

As you throw the old sheets on the floor, your husband can’t help but bury himself on the pile that you formed in the middle of your room with the bed covers, not having any strength in himself to move, and refusing to sit on a chair in the corner. He whines lowly, still keeping his mug close to him, sipping on his tea from time to time.

Your hand caresses his back gently as soon as you finish making the bed, yawning due to your own lack of rest, and your husband looks at you briefly, before putting down his drink and hugging your figure, lying you two back in bed.

The groan that gets caught in his throat is evident - his body is still killing him. His nose is now clogged, making it hard for him to breathe.

One sniffle after the other, the man finally speaks. “I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass” - his clogged nose makes his accent sound funnier now, and he lays his head back on his pillow gently as you chuckle at his words.

“You’re not a pain in the ass, dummy” - you kiss the tip of his nose, followed by a trail of caresses across his cheek. “I’m here to take care of you. I’m fine, as long as you are fine, remember?” - you wink at him, reminding him of the line of your wedding.

You would never leave his side, and Lewis knows that. But he hates feeling this vulnerable, this dependent. He hates to know that you barely got any sleep last night because of him being sick. But he can see into you, and he knows that you are the safe place that he can always run to - you will always hold him tight to you.

The man holds your hand gently, muffling his coughing for a bit before kissing your knuckles gently. “And I’m fine, cause I know that you are mine” - his hoarse voice admits, hugging you as tight as his weak figure can now, not planning on letting you go away from his side anytime soon.

[minhosimthings]

Girl Dad!Enhypen headcannons

Pairings: Enhypen × fem!reader (sep.)

Warnings: fluff fluff I'm choking on this fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth, mentions of food, also swearing because I can't handle myself lol

A/N: alright bitches I am high on baby fever so if I'm dying IM TAKING Y'ALL DOWN WITH ME. Tagging @jaeyunluvr for obvious reasons.

Stray Kids version!

Lee Heeseung

Is SO Bambi eyed when you tell him you're pregnant

Like 🥺 this be him, all teary eyed and happy

As if he didn't rail the brains out of you last night but whatever

He was already a simp for you but now that you're pregnant?

"My wife is my entire life and I will walk through every element in this world for her and I would destroy this entire world for her did you know that I love my wife?"

SO EXCITED WHEN YOU START SHOWING He cries over how soft you look sometimes

When I say he sings to your belly at night- (he rants about how the baby kicked when he sang his fav song to the guys)

And gets so starry eyed when baby kicks at his favourite song

Literally the best during birth, he's such a cheerleader

Sobs literal rivers when he holds the baby

"She looks so much like you."

Looks at his daughter as if he would end the world for her

HEESEUNG STOP WE ARE WEAK WOMEN HERE

Singing lessons are basically free for her and Heeseung sobs to you every night about how good she's been getting

Loves to have Karaoke dates with her and teaches her how to make music

Brags so much

"Y/N can you take your husband please he's been talking about his child for hours now we are tired" "hey guys do you know what she did yesterday-"

He died inside when she tried to hit a high note and succeeded

10/10 dad, must marry Heeseung I have a ring

Park 'Jay' Jongsoeng

Do I hear the best girl dad in the entire world?

YES I FUCKING DO DAD JAY AGENDA LETS GAURRRRR

When you tell him, he kisses your face so much

WORSHIPS YOU you are a Goddess in his eyes

normally Jay wouldn't let you do anything but now? He will ravage the earth if you lift even an atom

"what are you doing out of bed?" "I have to pee Jay for god's sake-"

Belly massages are free and unlimited with a husband like him

And so is the food because he will cook everything you ask for as if it's the last thing he'll do

Builds the bassinet properly, and makes sure to turn you on because mooscles SHUT UP IM HAVING A MOMENT

Asks his mom for advice if he doesn't know what to do

Is a brave boi during birth like he is NOT hesitant to do any shit you want

Cries part 2

And I mean he sobbed his entire water weight out of his body when he held his tiny baby

"I have two princesses to take care of now"

JAY PLEASE I HAVE A UTERUS STAPPH

Takes care of everything, and I mean everything

Not a surprise to see your baby girl strapped to his chest by a harness 24/7

Daddy-daugher dates are a must!!

His phone storage is literally just her

"Hey guys look at this picture of my baby"

Sim "Jake" Jaeyun

Jake.exe has stopped working

Literally just stares at you when you tell him, so much so you have to wave your hands in front of him to snap him out

"WE'RE HAVING A BABY WHAT"

Congratulations dear reader, because now your husband is basically attached to your belly

"Baby did she kick-" "bro I just moved chill"

Double congratulations because now Layla and him are fighting for your attention

Literally so lost in everything related to women, pregnancy, and birth but he tries

And by that I mean, he stares at you doe-eyed while you explain everything

Most likely to faint during the birth because lord he can't handle this, he's a princess babygirl

Sobs part 3

"she has your eyes" JAKE STOP

Layla and baby besties forever which makes Jake weak in da knees

Will not leave your baby alone even for a second like he's attached to her now

Loves shopping for her

Literally spoils the shit out of her do y'all see this man buying diamonds because I do

"Baby, of COURSE we have to get her matching outfits how else will we do movie night without matchy pajamas"

Jake come home the kids miss you

Park Sunghoon

Yay you have officially broken Park mf Sunghoon

When you tell him, he's literally just 😶😶

No thoughts, brain has evaporated

But then-

"IM HAVING A FUCKING BABY"

You're like chill mf what the hell

Will literally carry you everywhere no matter if you tell him to put you down

"Hoon I can walk-"

*already picking you up* "sorry can't hear I'm deaf"

He makes so many plans, and organises literally everything

Also will get confused on how to build the cradle thingy

He's shit scared of birth, but will definetly allow you to squeeze his hand as hard as you want

Sobs part 4

She looks like you part 3

ICE SKATING DATES WHADUPPP

I'm crying just imagining hoon holding her tiny hands and guiding her through the ice

Your daughter is a fashionista thanks to her dad

Spoils her shitless part 2

"GUYS GUYS YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT MY BABY DID THE OTHER DAY" *doesn't even wait for a yes*

Kim "Sunoo" Seonwoo

My dude is so chill

Probably the normalest out of all of em

Hugs you and kisses you all over

But inside he's screaming crying throwing up shaking kicking his feet in the air

Literally treats the house like a military base once you staart showing

*talking to Enha* "If anything goes even the slightest bit wrong I will murder all of you."

So obsessed with literally just watching you because in his eyes you're so adorable

LOVES THE WAY YOU WADDLE

Gets so cocky over helping you like he's so proud, showing off his muscles and everything

Sunoo please you're my age STAPHH

MAKES AND TRIES YOUR WEIRD CRAVINGS

Will probably be disgusted by birth but he's a strong sailor he pulls through

Mentally breakdowns while holding your child because omg she's so tiny!!!

Mint choco lover agenda lessons starts from day 1

No child of Sunoo's is gonna hate mint choco

Daddy-daughter dates are a MUST

Loved bonding with her so much

Will definitely do her hair if she decides to grow it long

AND WILL GO TO SELF DEFENCE CLASSES WITH HER I WILL DIE BY THIS HILL

Sunoo I am a weak woman STOP

[fluff-n-cookies]

Thinking about yandad Dabi and his child who's now around 9-11 years old. Your writing has absolutely captivated me <3

Dabi starts getting more possessive, more protective, and certainly more assertive. He's your dad, after all—you HAVE to listen to him, no? It's too dangerous to go outside without him keeping an eye on you, you're still so tiny and fragile. He'll be damned if his kid steps foot out of the apartment without his say so, no ifs or buts.

After a long day of setting people on fire and committing various crimes, Dabi just wants to scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug and plop down onto the couch to snuggle his baby, paying no mind to your complaints.

While he's soft and affectionate towards you, it's a completely different story when it comes to others. Dabi is ruthless and aggressive, destroying anyone and anything that may try to take you away–much less harm you. It doesn't matter how small, Dabi will turn it into ashes without remorse. If you somehow figure out about his actions and try to make a run for it? He'd be crushed, obviously–Dabi can't stand the thought of you fearing him. Rest assured, he'd track you down and bring you back home, suffering you in cuddles while scolding you. He's your dad–you need to listen to him.

(Btw sorry about how long this became didn't realize I was ranting)

omg hi???? thank you for gracing me with this masterpiece??? wtf???? (lovingly)

For those who don't know, this post is related to these

Pt 1, Pt 2

and this is all so fucking true. I plan on making a longer fic on this (sorry to say that I haven't drafted it yet, I'm working on overhaul posts)

but he's so paranoid, so utterly terrified 24/7, he dead bolts all the doors and windows at night and only lets you go outside between 11 AM and 5PM unless it's for school.

speaking of which, he hates them for giving his baby so much homework and taking away from their time together buuttt he genuinely believes you need to get your education, don't skip out on highschool like he did.

and he does this thing, this god awful thing, after dinner, after your daily shower, and after getting you all nice and snuggly for bed and into your cat pajamas. he'll do this thing where he'll hold you tight to his chest while he flicks through the news channel.

now normally this would be fine, perfectly fine, if I weren't for the fact he either goes to true crime channels where they display the horrific acts of villains (himself included) live. he tells you that the world is a horrifying place, that that's how he burned himself, how painful it was, the scorching flames. he doesn't mean to traumatize you, it's just to warn you!

either that, or he'll go to news channels covering endeavor's problems, scandals, recent missions, interviews. please don't ask who that strange man with eyes like yours is. he'll hold you tighter and say in the lightest voice possible. "he's a bad man, don't you dare go near him, he'll hurt you like he hurt me."

don't say anything else after that.

he's just tired, so tired, and you're there, right when he gets home after running "errands". you're his reminder of what he's working towards, this future with no heroes and no pain that he's trying to build. the revenge he longs for and the aftermath where you thrive. really, you're the reason he gets up in the morning these days, the reason he stopped smoking in the house, the reason why there's no more beer in the fridge, only tenderly made lunches that he makes every Sunday to prepare for the week.

you're like this stress ball, this hit of Serotonin and Dopamine and what not. every time you smile he can feel his heart clenching. when he looks at you, he sees the boy he once used to be, happy. you're so happy, so pure.

he refuses to let you go out much, his reasoning being that the world's a terrible place. when you ask what's his job, what he does at "work" every day, he only chuckles.

"Oh baby, I'm trying to makes this world a better place, my job is to try and stop all the bad things from happening. I'm a type of... Freedom fighter, really."

and he so, so, so so so so so so sweet to you. you have never known Dabi, ruthless arsonist and serial killer. you have never known Touya, a boy lost in his own insanity and deprivation of paternal love. both are vicious, people, downright insane. one's a criminal the other's incapable of ever recovering from his own madness and fury.

the only person you know is your Dad, Dad's a nice guy, he plays doll house and dress up with you and watches cartoons with you every morning before school. he lets you wear his jacket when you're cold and left yours at school in your cubby, and he takes you out for donuts or ice cream monthly. sure, he doesn't have money, he can't buy you that many toys and sometimes they turn the light off because he missed too many bills, but he loves you. that's all you need to know.

Dad is a kind person, he's not Dabi or Touya, he's definitely not a hero. he's your dad.

And Dad does the best job of gas-lighting you to hell and back. you want to go outside after 5 or before 11? welp, he's not coming with you, sorry honey, maybe tomorrow. what do you mean you'll go anyway? the boogeyman'll get you! (it's him, he's the boogeyman, he knows you won't last a second out in the real world with your loving father's help and he's going to exploit it the moment you start to show independence.)

but it's very unlikely that Dabi would ever even get the chance to do this when you're 9-11 years old, you know why? because you'll be in Endeavor's custody by then. I refuse to elaborate since then I'll be spoiling the plot of Part 3 and I don't want that.

P.S. you wanna be tagged?

[leonw4nter]

maybe like a lil drabble (or whatever you’d like to do) where instead of hunnigan working with leon, it’s the reader. and they be all flirty and cute and kinda like 👉👈

tbh it can work for anything post-re2r, even if its still before re4r. you can do how he acts around you in different eras (if you want to at all, or just choose an era)

sooo whatever you have most inspo with! thank youu

RE4R!Leon x FOSAgent!F!Reader drabble

After Ashley and Luis had gone to sleep in the small ramshackle shed Leon had managed to locate for the night, he sat by the entrance of their temporary shelter and turned on his comms, waiting for his radio to pick up a stable wavelength to relay information back to HQ. The dingy little thing still wouldn’t pick up a frequency, which the blond didn’t wonder about since he’s been thrown around one too many times, the walkie-talkie probably also got a small beating along with the impact his body took. After giving a small pat to the black box in his hands, he finally managed to hear the static of his handler’s voice.

“Condor One to Roost, baby Eagle is currently taking shelter in this… dilapidated hut,” he sternly reports. “Along with Sera. Luis Sera.”

A moment of silence fills the air, accompanying the gentle pitter patter of the rain on the thickening mud before you respond to his reports.

“Hmm… aerial imaging tells me you’re near a lake, am I right? Can hear the rain from here,” you say.

“Yeah. We’re not too far from a lake,” he responds. “Guess we got eyes in the sky too, huh.”

He hears a faint little breath coming from you, probably a soft scoff. He smiles to himself, the first time in a long time before he brings his wrist near to his face.

“What time is it back home?” he asks.

“1300.”

“You should probably get some rest, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’m making sure we all get out of here in one piece.”

“I want to but I can’t bring myself to,” he hears you softly respond. “I can’t risk losing you, you know. I gotta keep guard on comms 24/7 even though I know you’re great at your job.”

Leon’s heart squeezes a little bit; he knows how important rest is to someone, which is ironic considering how he hasn’t had proper rest in over 96 hours and is desperately craving a good, lengthy sleep though he doesn’t mind if it means keeping Ashley and the flirty Spaniard safe and sound. He won’t mind, most of all, if it meant keeping in touch with you.

“And besides, I have reports to send to Graham– location updates, aerial view images, all that jazz. I have many things to work on,” you say before he hears you yawn quietly. “It’s not like I can just stop doing these because I’m tired; at the end of the day, the president is a father who wants to know how his daughter is doing all the way on the other side of the world. He’s worried sick.”

“And at the end of the day, I’m just your boyfriend who wants to make sure my girlfriend is still taking care of herself despite all her workload,” Leon responds. “I know baby, I know but still take some time to rest– even for a little bit.”

A soft sigh can be heard from your end.

“Fine. But aren’t you supposed to be resting too? Don’t see any threats within a 3-mile radius, you’re good.”

“Nah. Gotta keep watch, can’t be too vigilant. You’ll be the one resting for both of us tonight,” he says.

“Leon.”

“I’ll get rest later, honey. I promise,” Leon pleads.

Another sigh. Gosh, Leon hates how you’ve been sighing a lot more lately, which meant that a lot was weighing on your mind.

“Promise me that. Or I’ll personally fly there to beat your ass.”

“I’d rather you beat something else of mine instead,” Leon jokes.

“I’ll remind you, agent Kennedy, that we’re still on government-operated frequencies so I highly recommend communicating in a professional manner.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am agent Kestrel, the absolute love of my life.”

“I’m going to go on the break you’ve been forcing me to have instead.”

Leon chuckles to himself, a small puff of air leaving his cracked and pale lips.

“Okay, okay. Good night, baby. I’ll talk to you 4 hours from now.”

“Good night, hon. I… I miss you and… please stay safe,” you sincerely whisper to him, unable to switch off the frequency connecting you to him.

“Me too. I miss you. I love you,” he says before turning the radio off and placing it back in one of the many fancy pockets he had.

He props one leg up while he sits, resting his forearm on his knee as he looks out into the dark and foggy scenery. The rain would be nice if he was back home with his girlfriend, cuddling and joking in the bed of their shared apartment instead of this miserable hellhole infested with mutants and murder-crazed cult fanatics. As much as he wanted to bring along a locket or a small picture of you he couldn’t, out of making sure that there would be no traces of foreigners that the crazy locals could use to somehow involve all of America into this. A faint creak of the rickety wooden floorboards has the hairs on the back of his head standing, his hands flying to the sleek silver pistol on his holster to point it at the source of the noise, only for the source of the noise to be the nosy Spaniard who was unfortunately very much wide awake and conscious throughout the conversation he had.

“Didn’t know you had a ladylove, sancho.” was all the man said after raising his arms up as the agent pointed his gun at him.

Leon put his gun back down, the usual smoulder and frown taking its place back into his haggard features as he sat back down and stared out into nothingness again.

“Didn’t peg you as the type to call a lady ‘baby’ or ‘honey’,” he teases. He walks up to Leon, taking a spot beside him and placing a cigarette to his lips before lighting the end of it with his lighter.

“‘You should probably get some rest, baby’,” Luis repeats with a sly smirk as he shoots Leon a curious look.

Leon simply gives him a death glare, squinting his eyes before turning his attention back to somewhere that isn’t irritating or getting on his last nerve.

“That’s not what it was.” It was what it was.

“Mhm, Sancho.”

“You be thankful she hasn’t ratted your ass out to the president yet,” he hisses.

“Good point there,” Luis sneers. “No… no anything then?”, to which Leon responds with silence.

“Then… perhaps she’d like to go out for a jive, a little dance of bachata with me,” the Spaniard presses with a shit-eating grin. “Since you two don’t seem to be anything.”

“Back off from my girlfriend,” Leon blurted as he froze the man in front of him with his steel blue gaze.

Luis puts out his cigarette, chucking it somewhere and gets up as he walks back to where he ‘slept’ moments ago.

“Okay, sancho. I can clearly see that you’re hers,” he comments. “I guess only you have the pass to call her ‘the absolute love of your life’. Buenas noches, amigo.”

With a wink, he lays back down on the floor and turns to his side to fall asleep.

NOTES - It feels great to finally get back to posting again!!! It's been quite some time and since I'm finally finished with the third quarter and my tests, I'll be more active with posting fics :)) Requests have been marinating in my inbox and I know ppl have been waiting for quite some time so here's the request, more otw!!!! I'm also eepy rn so I'm going to go to bed after I post this <3 Neways, thanks for reading my works and I <3333 UUUU!!!!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY WHEREVER YOU ARE <3

[mykoreanlove]

you make me blush

y/n, hey.

I know you are asleep right now and can’t reply but that’s fine. Actually, that might even be better…

After the weekend that we just had, you must be tired as fuck. I know I am. But as usual I can’t sleep. Normally, I’m awake because I worry about work or the future but now it’s because of you.

I can’t fall asleep because of you, y/n.

You are stuck on my mind. Or rather, we are stuck on my mind. I can’t believe we did this foolish thing. Were we crazy? I tried wrapping my head around how all this happened but I’m no wiser than before.

Remember our first date? That was weeks ago. Sweet laughter turned into even sweeter kisses and those turned into passionate sex and then I had to leave. We barely talked after that, but I couldn’t forget about you.

I tried but failed.

Of course, I had to come back to your city. Wait, that’s a lie. I had to come back to you, y/n.

I couldn’t wait for a whole weekend coddled up with only me and you.

Fuck, I’m blushing just thinking about our weekend. I’m a grown ass man who’s blushing when thinking about all the cute and nasty things we did. Especially the nasty.

Have I mentioned how pretty you looked choking on my dick? Because damn, baby, that picture is on my mind 24/7.

It’s true that I didn’t develop feelings when we first met – I was in the wrong head space back then. But this weekend changed everything for me. It changed me.

I… I really want us to be a thing.

I wanna come see you again, so I can finally make you mine. I wanna hold your hand when we’re out in public and I wanna grope your ass when it’s only us. I wanna carry your favorite snacks in my backpack and hug you all day long. I wanna kiss those soft lips and look into your magnificent eyes, y/n. I wanna eat you out and make you scream my name until you faint. I really wanna be yours.

God, what did you do to me?

I am head over heels for you, y/n. I have no idea what you did to me but can you … can you do that again?

[aundle]

Hey! Welcome! Could you do something about dating Sodapop Curtis, please? Sfw and/or Nsfw is fine! I don’t care if it’s headcanons or a chapter, anything you feel up to writing! Thank you so much!

Dating Sodapop Curtis Headcanons 🧢⋆. 𐙚

i decided on doing what it would be like dating soda, sfw & nsfw! thank you for the request! hope you enjoy :>

warnings : smut, nsfw themes, 18+

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sfw headcanons :

- helped you get a job at the DX, mainly because he wanted to spend more time with you because of his long shifts.

- loves playing with your hair, hands, ect. hes the type of person to always crack your knuckles mainly because he cant crack his. (broke his knuckles at a rumble, aftermath was taken care of by you)

- you, soda and steve are a little duo, even if soda gets a little jealous he knows you wont do anything.

- loves taking you to the drive in, dingo, ect. honestly just loves spoiling you.

- whenever ponyboy is at school and you aren't at the DX, cuddling all day and you ranting to him as he plays with your hair, just adores your hair.

- i imagine he likes dressing you up, if hes at your house he definitely wants a full on fashion show of his works.

- cuddling & making out whenever possible (24/7, doesn't care about publicity, could never makeout in front of darry though.)

- definitely loves roller rink dates, even if hes bad at it.

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nsfw headcanons :

- on your breaks, takes you to the bathroom for a quickie, definitely.

- hes not really loud in bed, a few grunts and soft moans now and then.

- loves praising you. his favourite thing ever.

"aw, your doing so well love."

"one more, yeah? you can do it pretty girl.."

"use your words, how am i gonna know what my pretty girl wants it she ain't telling me?"

- hes not usually rough, only if hes stressed or just in the mood.

- would NEVER EVER try and hurt you, if he did, no sex for a month. you'd tell him your fine, but he wouldn't budge.

- loves missionary, loves the little face expressions you make when he hits the right spot, a shit eating smirk on his face every. single. time.

- 2 or 3 rounds, could do more unless your not tired out.

- definitely has the stamina of a fucking bull, but doesn't want to tire you out.

[fikefries]

wheels of fate (m.s) part one

part one: shadows in the dark

warnings: implied almost assault, swearing, mentions of alcohol

summary: when you find yourself in the face of danger, an unexpected character comes to your rescue.

1.1k words

you sit on your dorm bed, staring blankly at the incomplete essay on the laptop in front of you. today was not your day. partying the day before your thesis was due was not the best idea. the words blur together as your mind wanders, boredom gnawing at you, and an immense craving for salt-and-vinegar chips bubbling in your stomach. you look across your room to your tiny electric clock sitting on your desk, its blue hue slightly lighting up the darkness of your dorm.

1:37 AM,

you sigh, shutting your laptop with a small thud, rubbing your tired eyes, and pull yourself out of bed. you left out a soft groan at the state of your room, mini skirts, tube tops, and empty bottles of tequila sprawled out on the floor. the room feels stifling, and your hunger is rising. you need to get out, even if just for a little while.

grabbing your phone and hoodie, you decide to make a quick trip to the 24/7 convenience store down the street. it isn’t far, and the walk will do you good. you slip out of your dorm quietly, tip-toeing down the hall—not wanting to wake your roommates.

the cool night air is a nice change as you walk through the campus gates and onto the empty night streets. the city has a different feel at night—quieter and more solemn. you stuff your hands into your jacket pockets, trying to shake off the unease that creeps up your spine. you know that walking down a dark street in the middle of the night isn’t the safest thing to do for a girl like you—but hey, what are the odds something happens the one night you decide to go out?

as you reach the convenience store, you notice a small group of tall men huddled around the energy drink section. they are dressed in black t-shirts, black jackets, and have on fingerless gloves. you realise that most of them are holding motorcycle helmets, automatically assuming they are night bikers. the area you live in is notoriously famous for its biking culture—one that results in many police chases and gunshots. knowing this, you keep a safe distance away from the group of men, but one seems to catch your attention. a boy who looks around your age is holding a motorcycle helmet and has multiple piercings adorning his ear. you can’t help but stare at his sharp features and siren eyes, the way he looks with his jaw clenched, a toothpick resting in his mouth as he stands patiently, waiting for the rest of the guys to sort out their choice of drink. you don’t even realize you are staring so intensely until he starts looking around the small store, before his eyes catch yours.

shit.

you quickly avert your gaze and pretend to inspect the different flavors of chips. your embarrassment doesn’t falter, as you feel his sharp gaze burning into the back of your head. you turn to quickly grab a few snacks and head to the counter.

"just these, please," you say, trying to act normal and confident, not wanting to garner more attention from the possibly dangerous bikers.

the cashier barely glances at you, engrossed in his phone.

“have a good night,” he mumbles as you pay and leave the store.

you begin your walk back to your dorm, nervously munching on a bag of chips you bought. you decide to take a different route, hoping to enjoy the quiet streets a bit longer, distracting yourself from the awkward encounter you just had. your thoughts wander, and you find yourself lost in your own world, not noticing the ominous figure that has started following you.

“hey you,” a gruff voice breaks through your thoughts, making you jump in fear. you turn to see an old, ragged man approaching you, his eyes gleaming with something sinister, a creepy smile etched onto his face, revealing his crooked teeth. “what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone, hm?”

your heart races, and you quicken your pace, turning around occasionally to see if you lost him, but the man keeps following you, his grunts growing louder as he catches up to you. you begin randomly taking different paths and alleyways in hope of losing the man. you've heard stories of what has happened to other girls on campus before and you know how dangerous the situation you are in is.

god, i should've just stayed home.

you glance around at your surroundings, slowing down your pace, realizing you have run into a more isolated and unknown part of town, and are now at a dead end, with nowhere to run to as the creepy man catches up and starts walking towards you.

“leave me alone,” you manage to shout, your voice trembling in utter fear and desperation.

“come on, don’t be like that,” the man sneers with a wicked smile, closing the distance between you.

before he is able to touch you, the sudden loud roar of a motorcycle engine echoes down the street, zooming towards your direction. the old man halts his actions, his expression shifting from predatory to wary and he slightly backs away from you. a sleek black bike skids to a halt in front of you, and the rider jumps off with an air of cold confidence.

the rider removes his helmet, revealing the boy from the convenience store with sharp features and piercing eyes that seem to see right through you, his hair messy from being underneath the helmet.

how is he here? did he follow me? did he hear me screaming?

he barely glances at you before fixing his gaze on the old man.

“get lost,” he says flatly, his voice devoid of emotion, his blue eyes glaring coldly at the man.

the old man hesitates, clearly intimidated by the biker’s presence. “hey, boy, i don’t want any trouble,” he mutters, fully backing away from you, as you let out a sigh of relief.

“you already found it. leave before you actually fucking piss me off,” the biker replies, his tone cold and unwavering.

the old, creepy man shoots one last menacing glare at you before turning and disappearing into the night, knowing not to mess with a night biker—especially in this part of town. the biker turns to you, his expression unreadable.

“you okay?” he asks, his voice and eyes still stoic and devoid of warmth.

you nod, swallowing hard. “yeah, thanks. i—”

“be careful” he interrupts, already turning back to his bike.

“wait” you nervously call out, hesitantly taking a step forward. “what’s your name—i mean thanks for saving me, i don’t—” you stutter.

he pauses, glancing at you over his shoulder. “matt,” he says simply, putting his helmet back on and revving the engine of his bike before heading off into the night.

tags: @isasturns @sofieeeeex @scqrletsmadness

a/n: im thinking this will be a 10 or more part series! let me know if you have any ideas!

[iloverook]

Some Obey me hcs!

its 1 AM and I'm bored so i decided to do some obey me hcs

Lucifer:

all of your dates would be at quiet places, so you guys can have a bit of peace without his brothers.

LOVES when you bring food for him, like, his working at his office and then you suddenly appears with a plate full of food for him telling him to take a break (he loves to know that you care that much about him, he won't admit it, but you just know)

He loves when you guys cuddle, hug or kiss. His brothers aren't the only ones who needs your attention, the poor guy need some attention too!

definitely has soft spot for you and Mammon. So if you team up with him, you both can ask Lucifer anything and he might give you.

Mammon:

He would definitely steal lucifer's credit card to buy gifts for you, no one can take that out of my mind.

I don't think he would be a big fan of PDA, but it just depends on his mood.

He would be clingy somedays, like, REALLY clingy. You're going to the bathroom? that's okay, he's waiting for you at the door.

Would let you try makeup on him. got a new eyeshadow? he's going to be your lab rat. He would also let you play with his hair. Just don't do anything that can damage it, his hair is a important part of his modeling gigs!

Leviathan:

Loves when you play with him or just show any interest in anything he likes.

Would buy another fish to put on his tank, so henry 2.0 can have a partner too (he would let you name it)

Would definitely buy matching cosplays for you two.

Would teach you how to program your own game (if you're interested in that ofc)

He would need you to say you love him 24/7

Satan:

would buy you matching cat Keychains (he would have it with 24/7)

He loves when you guys have dates at librarys

would name a stray cat after you (unfortunately he can't take the cat home, but he makes sure to send you some pictures of it)

he would buy you any book you want (or lend it to you if you don't want one)

Asmo:

He would compliment you 24/7. What can he do? You're the pretties person he ever seen! (before him ofc)

would make you a skincare routine, and would make sure you follow every single step

would try new makeups on you

50% of his phone gallery are pictures of you guys together

would post a picture of you guys every time you guys go out

Beel:

I can't think of many hcs for him 😞

Would ask you to work out with him

would give you princess treatment

would carry you if you're tired of walking

Belphie:

would try to stay awake so he can go on dates with you

i don't think he smells good, he would be too tired to take baths (you have to force him to)

would use one of your shirts as a pillowcase

he let you play with his hair, it helps him sleep

have a plushie that reminds him of you (he hugs it to sleep when you're not around)

thats what i could think for them! Please forgive me for any spelling mistake, english is not my first language! And thank you so much for reading, it helps me a lot! <3

(i know more about obey me, so any obey me related thing will be bigger than the twisted wonderland ones)

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Am obsessed with the double trouble au with 2 readers and 2 königs <3 <3 It got me thinking, how do you think younger reader would interact with recruit könig? I feel like she'd honestly be terrified of him at first; he'd seem borderline psychotic (because he's practically drooling over her, always lingering around her and she might not be used to that kind of attention) but she might grow into liking him more once she discovers that she's into his annoying (maybe cocky?) antics.

CW: dubcon groping, dubcon kissing, dubcon everything

Hell yes she’s terrified.

This guy stalks her on social media, gropes her thigh under the table when they're out to eat, tries to move himself on top of her in the car when he leans to kiss her good night. Tells her the sweetest things before plunging his tongue in her mouth, one time he even flattens the passenger seat from under her so that she’s basically trapped.

Luckily he stops when she puts her hands over his chest and pushes him away: the drooly makeout session was getting out of hand, she sort of likes this crazy guy but she doesn’t want their first time to be in a car. Even if the said car is a nice black Hummer :(

He laughs when she escapes the vehicle – his little heartthrob is playing hard to get and it only makes König spiral further in love. He has an odd way of showing it though: sends her breathy voice messages in the middle of the night, so creepy, and one time she even hears a soft, slick sound in the background – is he fapping over there??

Young recruit König could be mistaken for a sadist but he really is just trying to make reader feel appreciated. Like… 24/7 appreciated… Fucked raw appreciated… Crying tears from overstimulation appreciated…

To König, love is not love if your partner isn’t shaking all over after you’re done with them and so the sex is bound to be a bit intimidating too, especially if reader is not that experienced. Poor young thing will be in constant fight or flight mode with him, and because König does the fighting, what else is left for her but to run? He always catches her though, and it takes months before she understands he’s not going to actually *hurt* her. Besides, König only enjoys her tears if they’re born from multiple orgasms.

If she’s crying because she’s scared, recruit König will become confused and oddly caring. So caring that she has to fawn or fake dead next because even this young man’s attempts to be nurturing feel like suffocation…

He asks, what’s wrong, did he hurt you, Liebe? There’s no need to be scared, little mitten. Shit, was he playing too rough…? Ah, you poor thing. Here, let him kiss it better…

…And before you know it, you’re squirming again, trying to get away from his mouth because there’s too much stimulation. König won’t let you go, hell no, you sound too cute when you’re squirming. Are you even trying to wriggle away or against him?

Then there comes the beautiful day when König is so tired from work he can’t even bother to chase her around the house and she’s like...

Do you even love me anymore?!